My Joy

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My Joy

How to atone for mothers' tears?

We will not return here any more.

So many of us

fell in this long campaign.

Our work remains unfinished, but...

We are going away, going...

Farewell mountains, you know best.

What price we paid here.

What enemy we didn't conquer.

What friends we lost here.

Friend,

empty the bottle into three glasses.

That's how many survived

of out brave unit.

A third toast, even the wind

falls silent on the slopes.

We are going away, going...

Farewell mountains, you know best.

What we had, what we gave away.

Our hopes and our sorrows...

Sergeant Zhitsov,

Road Traffic Patrol.

Documents.

- Got a full load?

- Yes.

What are you carrying?

Read. It's all written there.

This is the end of the line for you.

You can't even guess?

How am I to guess

when you talk in riddles?

You hear that, Sergeant?

Doesn't have a clue.

The sergeant's smart,

he can guess...

..but can't give.

And you can give...

..but can't guess.

It's so unfair!

And who might you be?

- What did they want?

- A woman.

Who are you?

I think we should go

before they notice you're gone.

Don't be afraid.

Take your seat.

You're giving me a lift.

Maybe I'll tell you a story

on the road.

Yes?

Why so quiet?

What, you really wanted a story?

I thought

you were just saying that.

You're confused, old man.

Or haven't you made up a story yet?

See this?

It's all that remains.

It was long ago.

Right after the war ended.

I was a young lieutenant.

I made it to Berlin.

I then served another year there...

...and was on my way back home.

I remeber

there was a railway junction.

t was already on our territory...

...in our homeland, you could say.

I had to wait for a train there.

Your documents.

Your documents.

Comrade Lieutenat,

your documents.

- Are those your things?

- They are.

Comrade Lieutenant,

perhaps you'll come along with us.

- Is something wrong?

- No, everything is in order.

It's just that our place is nicer.

Have a hot tea

or something stronger, if you like.

Take the things.

This way, please.

- You've got a girlfriend waiting?

- A bride.

What's your bride's name?

Maria... Marieka...

She's a beauty

from the next village.

Are you bringing her something?

There's tons

of good stuff in Germany.

I'm not a specialist in such matters.

Our general

was sending off loads of stuff.

Not just furniture.

Clothes, paintings...

...statues...

He raked it in.

And me...

I just have a dress for my bride.

A pretty one.

In red.

She'll put on the red dress

and I'll be able to spot her...

...from the other end of the village.

- Yes...

Well, show me your trophies.

Come on.

Well?

Like it?

It's beautiful.

- And what's that?

- This?

It's a camera.

I decided to take up photography.

"Leica."

It's a good one.

Good...

They know how to make them,

those devils.

- And what do you need that for?

- For digging in the kitchen garden.

It's good quality cloth.

Show me...

How do I look?

It suits you.

You look like a real German.

Easy now...

Make way!

Comrade Lieutenant...

Your Documents.

Comrade Commandant,

didn't we just...

Comrade Lieutenant,

your documnets!

- Are you still asleep?

- Your documents.

- I have to arrest you.

- On what grounds?

- Your documents look suspicious to me.

- You have no right.

I do,

until we verify your identity.

You'll do a couple of weeks.

We've got a good prison

left over from the Germans.

What do you want from me?

We don't have

a left-luggage room yet.

Your things will get lost.

Well?

Or would you rather

return to your bride?

My documents.

Take it.

Be careful, Lieutenant.

There's a lot of theft on the trains.

What about your bride?

Dis you meet her?

Listen...

- What is your name?

- Georgy.

You see...

...you have a name.

But I lost my name there.

And my bride too.

Since then...

...I've lived without a name.

Get it?

NO PETROL:

- I need diesel.

NO DIESEL:

Old man!

Old man!

Been parked here long?

What?

- Do you know what happened up there?

- Think you're special?

Go and wait like everyone else.

He's in a rush, the arsehole!

Want some fun?

- How old are you?

- 18.

- Why aren't you in school?

- It's vacation.

Right, vacation.

- What's happened up there?

- An accident. They often happen here.

The police haven't got here yet.

I see.

- Hey, Tricks! Come here.

- The girl's with me!

Chill out, wise guy.

- But no fantasies.

- What's that?

Only the classics,

nothing perverted.

Oh, I see.

Want something to eat?

- To eat?

- To eat. The classics:

Coffee and sandwiches.

All right.

It's going to take a while.

A truck rollled over.

They're still tidying up.

Is there another way around?

There's a dirt track,

but it's a long one.

And the way is rotten.

You mean swamps?

No, the swamps were drained long ago.

Grandma said it's cursed.

And here isn't cursed?

I don't know.

Your girlfriends?

There's no friendship here.

- Can I smoke?

- Smoke away.

- Do you live with your grandma?

- My grandma died a long time ago.

You live by yourself?

- Are you trying to invite yourself round?

- No, I'm just asking.

I live with my Mama.

- And what does your mama do?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean, nothing?

- I mean, nothing.

Are we going to keep talking

or get going?

There's a place we can go.

The woods there are full of condoms.

By the way, do you have one...

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